There's one tech support guy for our office who doesn't actually work for the company who's incredibly chatty and boring. He's incredibly ready with the overshare about drunken binges and shit like that. I wonder if he looks people up in the org chart before he starts going on.
We have a developer with a vendor who is also numbingly boring and talkative. He'll tell me in detail about the latest bug he found, what happens in this version of of the language if you declare an integer and then pass a float, and I have no idea what I ever said that made him think I care. However, sometimes he slips up and tells me information he probably shouldn't that we really do need to know, and I promptly rat him out to our business owner, because what the fuck were they thinking?
I'm sure he gets in trouble regularly, but it's not stopping him from going on and on and on. I'm terrified to meet him in person next week.
I explicitly do not like it when checkout people talk to me about what I'm buying. Talk about something else. I'd like to maintain a veneer of pretense that they're not reading my life story by my combination of tampons and vodka and ice cream.
OK, these are my choices, someone please pick one for me to start with, because I feel like doing exactly none of them.
Clean the: kitchen, dining room table, or living room.
Start laundry
Pack for tomorrow
I explicitly do not like it when checkout people talk to me about what I'm buying.
I *hate* that. Judge me all you want, just don't talk to me about it. Once when I bought a box of hair dye, the checkout girl said, "Oh, going darker, huh?" My hair at the time was brown, and the dye was red. I don't even know what that was about.
OK! Here I go. Thank you.
The dining room table is the least work, yet finishing it will leave you feeling the most accomplished.
I need a full body heating pad. Or enough motivation to ignore my achy body and run the errands I need to do.
If I forgot to put my yogurt in the work fridge this morning, how bad an idea would it be to eat it now that it's been sitting out for eight hours?
A little soupy, but otherwise fine.
Bleargh. I think I just went through a hazing ritual -- my boss got all excited about a weird case he's being asked to talk about and made me watch the surgery. It was definitely way more strange and fascinating than gross, but the gross was definitely there in abundance as well. And he kept asking me if I needed a chair or if I was going to faint, and I could totally see him giving me little gold stars every time I said nope, I was okay.
Still, bleargh. Right now I'm so tremendously glad to be a vegetarian, I can't even say (it was still bleargh, but at least I don't have to worry about flashbacks every time I sit down to eat for the next few weeks -- there's absolutely no food I eat that, even in its rawest raw stage, remotely resembles anything I spent the last...uhhh...37 minutes watching).
